breathe. fly. breathe. fly. breathe. fly.
she doesn’t believe in fate…she doesn’t believe in most things actually. destiny, the idea that things were planned out from the beginning of her existence, that notion repulses her. she is the master of her future. except for her near future it seems. but in the long run she isn’t too worried about the prospect of being trapped forever with the hulking chocolate figure. that’s the good thing about being small and fast, nobody can hold on to her that long.
her body threatens self-combustion as the much larger stallion circles her. every molecule fights the urge burst out of his reach. despite the fact she has travelled for days to reach the islands, and the long run she indulged in on the beach, she doubts the brute could catch her still, large as he may be. but for now she needs to keep her head down…she has stirred up enough trouble for one day. his voice fills her ears as they flicker between him and the swirling waves beside them and her tail swishes impatiently, violently. she hates standing still. her eyes remain icy as she stares at him. she doesn’t see why he feels the need to dawdle here, triumphant and pompous…he can’t really believe she is that special. she almost snickers as he arches his neck and prances around. who is this guy?
she rolls her eyes at him, not even attempting to hide her amusement at his showiness and she replies. i don’t really see why we need to talk at all. so if you’re done with all that, she raises her own head, proudly arching her neck and prancing in place in mockery…we can pack this party up and get moving. unless you need a break…looks like you kind of worked up a sweat there….she’s a smart ass… she just can’t help it.
her dainty black ears perk at his mention of the desert however, as her mind leaps ahead of her and imagines flying over the long sandy stretches, hooves propelling her across the dunes effortlessly. she imagines the breathless rush, hot desert wind caressing her as she races as fast as she can. with this idea in her mind she can hold still no longer. at the stallions nudge she squeals, one of those sharp angry mare squeals, and snaps out, not caring where she bites but hoping to get her message across. stay out of the bubble. with a glare and an angry snort she plunges into the ocean, though she be small, she be mighty.